[So. Cynthia giggled like an idiot and stuffed some flowers in his face. Almost directly on top of his face, mind them. The smell and the pollens were shoved so far up his nose that his nose tickled and he let out a little sneeze. He wasn't allergic to flowers, but who could stand to have the stuff invade your air bubbles like that.

Cynthia had lost it. Arno squinted and furrowed his brow in frustration, just a little bit.

Little did he know something was taking effect, just wait a little bit on that.]

I...no.

Cynthia, I don't know what in blazes has gotten into you but it's seeming to be really fishy and strange.

Not sure I quite care for it. It seems to be like you're "unwell".